Single in L.A.

I’ve eluded to my age many a day here.  But now that I am 62 days away from the big 3-0 it is ever looming! 

Admittedly, I’ve been freaking out about this ever since I turned 29 last year.  My freak-outs about 30 had become so frequent that a few weeks ago Giselle actually threatened me (“Ok, if you don’t stop acting like your life is ending I’m gonna beat your ass!”) 

 Nothing says love like a friend that’ll be brutally – sometimes causing pain – honest with you.   And so finally I’m (sort of) embracing it.  Because, really, my 20s weren’t that freaking great.  

So as I approach this milestone (a day for which I’ve made absolutely no plans – not that I’m avoiding it or anything) I decided to start sharing some things.  Lessons I’ve learned in my 29 years and 10 months, many of which I’ve learned the hard way.  But mostly I want to share the things that I have no plans of taking with me into my 30s.  First on the list: my attitude towards dating.

And to start things off: I called a man a couple of weeks ago!!! Can you believe it?? Too bad he didn’t answer.  Nor did he return the call, which is as rude as ever!  How dare he respond to my VOICE call with a TEXT message?

Anyway, I called a man.  Scratch that off the list, ok?

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